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The monsoon season had struck early, right in the center of my two-week vacation to this beautiful country. The first week was a wonderful experience, sunny tropical beaches flanked by occasional enthusiastic experiences with local Thai girls and Russian tourist girls. I was exercising and getting very tan, feeling good and being well received by the folks I met. Life was pretty damn great.

When the rains began early it was like a giant switch had been flipped. People deserted the shores in favor of the stores and pubs. The nightlife was still enjoyable but pouring rain put a damper on the day fun and walking around meant you were going to wear a plastic poncho or get soaked to the skin. Among the terrific things about Phuket was there were hundreds of massage lotions throughout the island. Not sexual parlors whatsoever but regular massage salons where you can fall to a tired bliss while the seasoned masseuse oiled, ventilated and relaxed you to get an hour or so.

My favorite salon had a remarkably lovely young Thai woman with raven hair, big lovely brown eyes and coffee-colored skin. One day after giving me an wonderful massage climbed up on to the dining table, surprised me with a long, fervent kiss and asked if she could meet me back at my rented condominium... but that's another story.